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Scales
CONTENT WARNING: This poem discusses an eating disorder. Please keep this in mind and take care of yourself as you read.
by Alison Pasbrig
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The woman who was supposed to love me
The comments she made about other bodies
What did she think about mine
She was a twig but detested herself
Should I detest myself as well I
f she thinks her small frame is atrocious, is mine too?
I was young when I lost control in my life
At 13 I realized I had something I could control now
One meal a day, eat only half
The hunger pains will subside, ignore them
You have to be small to be pretty
That's what society says
That's what she says
Two feet on a scale
Three numbers will define my day
Too high and I'll starve more
Too low and I'll continue to starve to stay here.
To stay pretty
To preserve youth
To be loved by her
